Thief in the night
“What is your favorite thing you have given your SO?”
I answered this simple question today. And when I went to see what everyone else had answered, I noticed a few had answered with ‘my heart’. Now, it isn’t the first time I have heard that answer, but I found myself wondering why that was never an option for me. And that’s when I came to this sudden realization:
I never gave you my heart; you stole it from me.
You see, I couldn’t have given you my heart. I was just too afraid to, then. All I wanted to do was guard my heart, hide it far away from you. I thought I was doing a good job at it, too. What I failed to notice, however, was that the more I was with you, the lower my guard fell. I didn’t notice until it was too late.
Like a thief in the night, you stole my heart and the very next morning, I woke up and realized I was in love with you.
But you know what? I don’t care. If you offered me my heart back, I wouldn’t take it—I would only give it back to you. Because my heart is where it should be. And that’s with you.

